Sure enough, you can always trust Machi!" Uvogin lay sprawled on the ground, letting out a long, satisfied sigh.
It once again proved that Machi's sixth sense was something that could never be questioned. If it were not for her noticing Rimo lying among the corpses of the Nosla family and insisting on bringing him back, the three of them would never have eaten something so unbelievably delicious today.
"Yes, Machi, you really are amazing," Nobunaga said as well, his expression relaxed and full, his usual sharpness dulled by satisfaction.
"Hahaha, I wonder who the coward was back then, the one who didn't dare to bring Rimo back with us."
"Hey! I was being cautious! That's not cowardice!" Nobunaga immediately retorted, feeling his dignity crumble after being exposed in front of the person involved.
"Hahahaha, you're obviously just timid," Uvogin said loudly, completely unconcerned about saying this right in front of Rimo .
After hesitating for a moment, Nobunaga sat up and turned toward Rimo , his tone becoming more serious.
"Rimo , you're also from Meteor City, so you should understand this. If we don't know something clearly, we won't easily take risks. Bringing an unknown person home is extremely dangerous here. I'll say this first, sorry about that."
Rimo waved his hand lightly and replied, "It's fine. I understand."
Although the cruelty of Meteor City could be vaguely sensed through animation in his previous life, Rimo now knew through Mo's memories that the reality described in the original manga was only the tip of the iceberg.
Pity, sympathy, and kindness toward strangers were nothing more than poison in Meteor City.
Bringing someone you didn't understand into your living area could easily mean death.
From what Uvogin and Nobunaga had said earlier, Rimo now fully understood why they had chosen to bring him back in the end.
It was all because of Machi's almost prophetic sixth sense.
She must have felt that his existence would bring some kind of benefit to them.
At this moment, Uvogin also sat up, his expression unusually serious as he looked directly at Rimo .
"Little brother Rimo , I'm a straightforward person, so I won't beat around the bush. I want to ask you one thing. How exactly did you do that?"
After saying that, Uvogin paused for a moment, then added, "Of course, if you don't want to say it, that's fine too. I'm just curious."
Rimo felt helpless.
The truth was, he genuinely didn't know how he did it himself.
The only thing he could recall was that instinctive throbbing sensation from his body when he thought about food from his previous life.
Then, the steak simply appeared in his hand.
"To be honest, I really don't know either," Rimo said slowly. "I didn't have this ability before. If I did, I wouldn't have been sold to the underworld by the elders."
"I think it might be because Rimo survived death this time and awakened Nen," Nobunaga leaned forward, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Like what Chrollo mentioned before, those strange superpowers possessed by the elders' direct guards."
Hm?!
Chrollo?
A sharp glint flashed through Rimo 's eyes.
So Chrollo had already started making contact with Uvogin and the others at this stage?
Rimo carefully observed the three of them and estimated their ages. This was indeed close to the time when the Phantom Troupe was beginning to take shape.
It made sense that Chrollo would have already reached out.
After hearing Nobunaga's explanation, Uvogin nodded thoughtfully. This was the only explanation he could accept for Rimo being able to produce food out of thin air.
If it was a superpower, then it made sense.
But Rimo knew his own situation very clearly.
This was definitely not Nen.
According to the original manga, the moment someone awakens Nen, they experience a very distinct sensation, whether it be aura circulation, pressure, or instinctive awareness.
Rimo felt none of that.
Whether it was the rapid regeneration of his wounds or the ability to create food, it felt more like a bodily mutation or some kind of benefit granted by transmigration.
But if it were simply a benefit of transmigration, why would it include both healing and food creation?
That didn't seem simple at all.
There was also another strange point.
Since waking up, Rimo hadn't felt hungry at all.
Even after eating two large steaks, he didn't feel full either.
Logically speaking, after not eating for nearly a full day, he should have felt hunger the moment he woke up.
And after eating, no matter how good his condition was, he should have felt something.
But there was nothing.
Still, now wasn't the time to experiment with his body.
He decided to think about it later, when he was alone.
On the side, Uvogin scratched the stubble on his chin and muttered thoughtfully, "So you can awaken superpowers just by escaping death…"
Even though he had lowered his voice, that was only relative to his usual volume.
Rimo looked at Uvogin in horror.
Don't joke around. You'll really kill yourself like that.
Just as Rimo was thinking about how to divert Uvogin's attention, Machi, who had remained silent the whole time, finally spoke.
"Uvogin, don't be stupid," Machi said calmly. "We've seen plenty of people who survived near-death situations. Have you ever seen any of them awaken abilities?"
After a brief pause, she continued, "If you really want to understand superpowers, then we'll go find Chrollo."
"Machi, didn't you say before that you didn't want to contact Chrollo first?" Nobunaga asked in surprise. "Why the sudden change?"
Machi shook her head lightly. "Before, I didn't think it was necessary to join Chrollo's group, so I didn't plan to contact him. But now that he has information about superpowers, he must have other plans. There's no harm in checking."
After that, Machi turned her gaze to Rimo and asked directly, "What about you, Rimo ? Are you coming with us, or are you going back to your original area?"
"Since it was Machi who picked me up, then of course I'll go with you," Rimo replied after a moment of thought. "I don't really have anywhere else to go right now."
Although Mo's original body was relatively strong in Meteor City, it was nothing compared to monsters like Uvogin and Nobunaga.
Until he understood the changes in his body, staying with them was the safest option.
Machi nodded. "In that case, Rimo , you'll be responsible for our daily food. Uvogin, Nobunaga, and I will handle the rest of the supplies."
"Hahaha! Don't worry, Rimo , I'll be responsible for protecting you from now on!" Uvogin grinned widely at him.
Joking aside, ever since eating Rimo 's steak, Uvogin felt like he couldn't live without that food anymore.
If he were forced to eat black cakes again, he might genuinely lose his mind.
Rimo didn't refuse. He patted Uvogin on the shoulder and smiled. "Then I'll be counting on you."
"Alright, let's stop here for today," Nobunaga said with a relieved expression. "We'll get up early tomorrow and help Rimo gather other daily necessities."
There was no helping it. Rimo 's food was simply too tempting.
Just as Nobunaga was about to clean up and rest, he suddenly remembered something and added, "Oh, right. Since you just arrived today, Rimo , your place isn't ready yet. Why don't you squeeze in with someone for now?